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Tears are the materials from which God weaves the brightest rainbows.Max Lucado
Feb. 22, 2007
Introductions and Tags... 
I want to introduce to you someone very special. My son has just started his own blog here at homeschoolblogger. He is 11 years old and can be a very creative writer. I hope to get him to post some of his stories, but for now he's posted a Haiku, and some entries about his ice fishing adventures. I hope you'll check out his blog and leave him lots of comments to encourage him to keep writing. You can find him at Mainekid1.
I was tagged by Blogboy, and I made a deal with him. I told him I would answer his tag if he entered my haiku contest. Well, he hasn't posted his entry yet, but I am going to hold up my end of the bargain anyway.
Five Things You Can't Get Enough Of:
1. Church ~ especially worshipping my God and Savior Jesus Christ through the music
2. Children's Classic Literature
3. Chocolate
4. Cherished time with my family
5. Chowder ~ corn, fish, seafood, I just love hot homemade soups.
Five Things You Really Don't Want and Wish You Didn't Have:
1. Taxes ~ right now I'm in the middle of trying to get our taxes completed
2. Two trucks ~ making two payments has been a struggle and we really need to get one sold
3. Thirty extra pounds ~ or so, I really need to shed
4. Trips to the laundromat ~ we don't have a washer and dryer
5. Toilet Trouble ~ it overflows way too often
Five Favorite Bible Verses:
1. Isaiah 49:15b-16a
2. Jeremiah 29:11
3.Psalm 139:17-18
4. John 16:33
5. Psalm 68:19
Five Things You Want to Do This Year:
See my New Years Resolutions Post Resolutions begins with R... for further explanation of each of the items listed below.
1. Rediscover the wonder and awe of God
2. Re-examine my priorities
3. Romance my husband
4. Re-organize
5. Rest and Relax
Five People You want to tag:
BTD
Bubbebobbie
By His Grace in Colorado
Barlow
Belinda
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Feb. 18, 2007
God's protection evident once again....
Posted in Family Life
Thursday was an ordinary morning, nothing much out of the usual, other than the fact that I woke up at 5:30 a.m. instead of the customary 8:00 or 8:30. My first thought was to check the public school cancellations. Not becuse our homeschooling hinges on what the public school is doing, but because ds16 goes to a class at a vocational school in the area and I needed to know whether or not I would have to drive him.
We had a major storm on Wednesday that cancelled school for the day and the cancellations carried over into Thursday. My husband, who shovels snow in the winter for several clients was up and out the door early. He came back around 10:00 to pick up ds16 so he could help him chip ice, as it had rained on top of the snow and then froze again.
About an hour later the phone rings. DS 16 is on the other end and says, "I just heard on the news that Peter Pan peanut butter has been contaminated with Salmonella. The serial number on the bottles begins with 2111."
Okay, I'm thinking, I'll go check the peanut butter we have in the cupboard. Sure enough, the dreaded numbers were on the bottle. The bottle was open because not 1/2 an hour before ds4 wanted toast and always eats peanut butter on his toast.
For some, panic may have set in, but it didn't for me. I really wasn't overly concerned. I attribute it now to God's presence and peace. However, my husband wanted me to call our doctor to see if we could take any preventative measures to prevent ds4 from getting sick. Her office closed at noon, so I called ER. They gave me the number for poison control. I called poison control and they said there was nothing we could do but wait and see if he gets sick. Not really comforting, but nonetheless all we could do.
I decided to check online and found that 300 people in 39 states had been sick and many hospitalized. One entire family got sick from the peanut butter. So we waited. ds4 went out to play with dd8 and came in crying because his hands were too cold. He started coughing and said his tummy felt horrible. I sent dd8 to get a trash can and again we waited. False Alarm. He didn't get sick that night, or the next, and now it's Sunday and still no sign of illness. The poison control center said it could take up to two days. We're on our third and I believe out of the woods. PRAISE GOD!
DS4 eats peanut butter all the time, peanut butter toast for breakfast, and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and supper, as well as peanut butter crackers for snack. He is getting better though and starting to try other foods.
We had that peanut butter in the house for three and 1/2 days before I opened it. I had only given him a tablespoon or less on one piece of toast before I recieved the call and immediately threw it out. We easily go through a whole jar of peanut butter in the time that that particular jar was in the house. I believe with all my heart that God protected us by keeping us from opening that particular jar, and by using so little of it before we heard the news of it's possible contamination.
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Feb. 8, 2007
Anwered Prayer...
Have you ever experienced the thrill and excitement of immediate answered prayer. Having a prayer answered as soon as you've finished praying. I did this morning and it just made me laugh out of joy and exhiliration at the knowledge that God cares about every aspect of our lives and He loves us so much that sometimes His answers come to us so quickly that there's no mistaking it came from Him.
This morning, like just about every morning in the recent past I've woken to find one of my water pipes frozen, sometimes hot ,sometimes cold. Most of the times I've woken and caught it just after freezing so that a few minutes with the hair dryer and it was working fine again. A couple of times it's taken up to an hour and a half to thaw it out but always just by pointing the hair dryer under the sink and blowing it down the whole to the crawl space under the house. This in itself is a miracle ,that we didn't have to physically crawl under the house and run the hairdryer the whole length of the pipe.
After about two hours of running the hairdryer nothing was happening. I usually get an occasional drip to say it's started and it won't be much longer. However, there was nothing, no sign of immediate release of the water flow, nada...
I decided to start washing dishes with just the hot water, which is what I usually do anyway. While washing dishes it occurred to me that I hadn't prayed and asked God for help thawing out the pipes. I don't know about you but I usually ask God's help with everything, from finding lost keys, to thawing pipes etc. Anyway, I stopped what I was doing and asked God to thaw the pipes out for us so that my husband would not have to crawl down under the house in this very cold weather and try to thaw them out.
Immediately after praying, I mean just as soon as I opened my eyes I saw a steady stream, not just a couple of drips or even a trickle indicating that the thaw had begun, but an actual stream which very quickly turned to full pressure.
I broke into laughter from pure joy and renewed amazement at our wonderful God and the knowledge that he cares about everything in our lives, from the seemingly small like frozen water pipes to the huge like troubled marriages, and inability to pay bills ~ God knows everything and cares about it all.
There is another time of immediate answer to prayer that comes to mind as I write this. My son decided to go on a roadtrip, to a concert about 16 hours away, in a very old car that really should have been used only for travel back and forth to work but not any long distances at one time. My prayers and concern for his safety did not go unnoticed by our infinite, omniscient, loving God.
Before going on the trip he left his car sitting at the end of the driveway. A gentleman stopped by out of the blue one morning and asked if the car was for sale. He said, "They are such good little cars I always try to buy them when I see them because they seem to go forever." (Answer #1) God telling me it's okay, the car may not appear to be roadworthy ~ but I am in control after all.
My son did go on the trip and he was due back about 6:00 a.m. I was up watching for him and he didn't arrive. Of course, panic starts to set in and I get down on my knees and pray and beg God for his safety. As soon as I got up off my knees the phone rang, " It was my son, telling me they got a late start and he wouldn't be home for another few hours." (Answer #2) God telling me ~ see I'm still in control but I want to give you some assurance of what you ask.
ISN'T GOD ABSOLUTELY AWESOME~
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Jan. 23, 2007
Weird?
Posted in Family Life
I was tagged by my friend MaggieRaye. She said I was supposed to list 7 weird things about myself and following is my response to her tag.
What do you mean weird? I can't think of seven weird things about me. I mean doesn't everyone like peanut butter and bacon sandwiches, and scrape the burnt cheese off the frying pan to eat because it tastes good.
Of course going to bed wearing sweaters, turtlenecks, long johns and sweat pants, despising tea and coffee, and playing electronic sudoku in the bathroom are normal activities in your home.
I'm sure every freezer has an otter waiting to be taxidermied, and every wall a cut pony tail hanging on it. Just because I have envelopes full of long ago fallen teeth and a fettish for Dennis Quaid movies doesn't make me weird.
I take great pleasure in squishing spiders or locking them up in air tight containers until they are dead so that I can add them to our insect collection for later identification. When my husband buys "live" mouse traps and a mouse gets caught, I take it to the front door to let it go all the while calling "here kitty, kitty."
So, I can't I can't imagine why anyone would tag me in this manner. But, because she has I choose to tag Lizbeth, Blogboy, and Biblekid2,
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Jan. 14, 2007
It's official....
Posted in Family Life
My sink is now slower than my computer. It used to be that I could turn my computer on and, since it is so slow in loading, I could run out and wash a sink full of dishes before it was completely on and ready for use. Now however, because of some unknown pressure issues, I can turn my sink on to fill up and then run, turn my computer on, write and entire blog entry and get back before the sink is filled.
It's currently snowing big snowflakes out my window, I am sitting at the computer instead of teaching my Sunday School Class because DS4 has a runny nose. At least he yells to me every 20 minutes or so to wipe his nose because it's running, but seriously I don't see anything coming out. His nose is getting sore because of all the wiping though.
Yesterday, my almost 16 year old son had some friends over to celebrate his upcoming 16th birthday. He won't be sixteen for another two weeks but, some of his friends are in college and he wanted them to be able to attend, so he held it early. He did all the cooking. He made two chocolate peanut butter pies, bacon stuffed mushrooms, and meringue cookies. He also set up the fondue machine that his grandmother gave him for Christmas and had strawberries, bananas and pretzels to dip into the chocolate. It was a really neat group of kids. We were all able to sit around and chat comfortably. The kids didn't all know each other and they were really good at asking pertinent questions to become better acquainted.
Scott, my 19 year old College Student is home on Christmas break and has to return in about a week. He finished his first semester of an honors program with 4 A's and a B. He waited two years to even think about college because he didn't think he was properly prepared academically and he wasn't sure about the finances. God totally provided the finances, all but $4600 in student loans and, though our homeschool was relaxed he obviously had the motivation and skills needed to compete academically at the college level.
This has been just a bunch of rambling that really has nothing to do with anything but a desire to write and post and share some of our lives with you our blogging friends.
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Dec. 8, 2006
First Snow...
I'm a stay at home, sit by the fire, cuddle under a blanket with a good book kind of gal. However, there is just something about the first snow, or any new fallen snow that gets me outside appreciating the beauty and wonder of it all.
 
Maybe it's because the real angel in my little girl actually shows forth. Or could it be that I'm reminded that the snow white clothes of righteousness that God sees when He looks at me is only because of the blood red sacrifice of His Only Son.
 
Or, just maybe it's the glorious joy I feel in knowing that "this world is not my home, I'm just a passing through," and one day my home here on earth will sit empty while my family and I take up residence in our new heavenly home.
 
 
But most especially it's the smiles and laughter I see on the faces of my little ones, and the beauty and newness of the snow on a bleak world that will arouse me from my book and cause me to take a closer look of appreciation at the beautiful, glorious creator and His amazing creation.
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Dec. 3, 2006
This Day I Will Marry My Friend...
This Day I Will Marry My Friend...
The One I Laugh With...
Live For...
Dream of...
Love...
(From our Wedding Napkins)
23 years ago today I stood before God, family and friends and promised "I Connie take this man, whose hand I hold, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and health, for richer for poorer, 'til death us do part."
I married my school bus driver. That's right! Every afternoon I would ride home on the schoolbus driven by my future husband. He was also the custodian at the elementary school that I atteneded. In fact He was already ten years old when I was born. When I was in highschool and had to be transported to the hospital by ambulance, guess who drove the ambulance? You got it... my husband. He's always been there to take care of me.
In June of 1983 he called to ask me for a date. "I'll have to check my calendar." was my reply but what I really meant was, "I'll have to ask my dad." My dad approved and from that first date we've spent almost every day together. On July 13, he gave me his highschool ring to wear.
On a balmy, moonlit night by the bay, in August. He asked me to marry him ~ well sort of. We were sitting on a bench in the park. A gorgeous full moon reflected in the water. He turned to me and said "If I had a ring I'd ask you to marry me." Not knowing what to say, I kept silent. This didn't sit well with him because he then said "Well, what would you say." The answer is obvious.
So I sit here today in humble thansgiving for the 23 years that God has given us. Years the have been plagued with trial and heartache. At times we both wanted to call it quits, but by God's grace we are still here, more in love than ever and at this very moment getting ready to spend the whole day together, alone, without kids.
Life is Good!
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Nov. 29, 2006
Decadent Truffles for the Holidays...
Your family will love these mouthwatering easy-to-make truffles.
8 squares semi-sweet baking chocolate
1/2 cup peanut butter
1 ~ 8 oz tub cool whip topping
Melt baking chocolate in microvave or top of double boiler. Stir in peanut butter and stir until creamy. Let cool to room temperature. Add cool whip and stir 'til combined.
Let sit in refrigerator for about 1 hour before rolling into balls.
After rolling into balls, roll in your favorite toppings. We used coconut, brownie crumbs, confectioners sugar, graham cracker crumbs, and crushed pecans.
Best if kept refrigerated.
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Nov. 25, 2006
Tribute to a Wonderful Lady....
I attended the funeral today of a dear elderly lady that I've known for about 15 years. I first came to know her at church. We've always sat near the back of the church because my father never liked sitting anywhere else. About 15 years ago this elderly couple began sitting in the same pew as we were. They may have attended that church for awhile before that, I really can't remember. I just remember that every week they sat in the same pew and Louise, always slipped dollar bills to our, then, only son.
I can't really remember how long this went on, but after awhile they stopped coming to church. Louise had some health problems and couldn't be away from home for very long and an hour church service was too long. We started going to visit her at home. She could no longer eat, she had a tube in her abdomen through which she received her food. Cancer in her mouth made it impossible to swallow and eat in the normal manner anymore.
Still she had a twinkle in her eye everytime we went to see her. She was a strong woman and I can't say for sure how long she lived with the feeding tube, but she just wasn't going to let it defeat her. Still, the dollar bills were slipped to the children on every visit.
They looked forward to visiting her, not just for the money but she always had animated and musical toys on the back of the couch and she loved to watch them played with. My kids couldn't just push one button and make it sing, they had to get all the toys singing at once and it always made Louise laugh to watch them.
She loved children, and people in general and always looked forward to visitors. I wish we could have visited with her more. She was 89 years old when she passed away on Saturday and she will be missed a great deal. I look forward to seeing her in heaven, she'll probably have the biggest plateful at the feast to make up for all the years she couldn't eat anything.
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Nov. 21, 2006
A Writer in the Making....
DS 4 is going to be a writer for sure. He is always talking in very descriptive language, leaving nothing to the imagination. He's been known to describe trees as big pieces of broccoli. When watching a show on tv instead of saying what are those girls doing it's "What are those country girls doing." He has a good grasp of adjectives even though he hasn't yet learned what they are. We were riding down the road one day and he asked me to look at "that big, white sign that was swinging." Instead of just saying mom look at that sign he described it in enough detail so that I would know exactly which sign he meant.
Why just the other day he was using the potty and when I went in I said something like "Wow, that's a big one."
He replied matter-of-factly, "Yeah, long as a giraffe's neck."
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Nov. 16, 2006
Chocolate Cream Cake...
DS10: Mom that cake was good!
Mom: Don't I usually make good cakes?
DS10: No, I mean it was really good!
Mom: As opposed to what?
DS10: I just really liked this one.
It got such high praise I thought I'd share the recipe. It started out that DS4 decided we should make daddy a chocolate cream cake for his birthday. Well, I've never heard of a chocolate cream cake but didn't have the heart to tell him that we couldn't make a chocolate cream cake, so I went on an internet search for a chocolate cream cake. What I found were three different recipes I could put together to make one fabulous "Chocolate Chip Cream Bundt Cake" with peanut butter icing. The recipe is below:
Chocolate Chip Bundt Cake
(from thatsmyhome.com) 1 (18.25 ounce) box dark chocolate cake mix 1 (4 serving size) package instant chocolate pudding mix 1 cup vegetableoil 4 eggs 1/2 cup warm water 1 cup sour cream 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 cup mini semisweet chocolate chips
Cream Filling
(from just-recipes.net) 1/3 cup granulated sugar 1 tablespoon cornstarch 2 teaspoons butter 1/4 cup milk 1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened 1 large egg 1 cup chocolate chips 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
melt the chocolate chips over hot water.
Combine all ingredients and beat until smooth.
Peanut Butter Glaze
(from allrecipes.com) 4 teaspoons water 1 tablespoon creamy peanut butter enough powdered sugar to make a thick glaze.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. grease and flour a bundt pan.
Combine cake mix, pudding mix, oil, eggs, water, sour cream, and vanilla.
Beat until smooth. Stir in chocolate chips. Pour half of batter into prepared pan.
Spoon filling over batter without touching sides of pans; cover with remaining batter.
Bake about 1 hour or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.
Remove from pan; cool completely.
Top with peanut butter glaze. If you want a copy of this recipe please email me and I can email it to you as I have disabled the copy and paste function on my blog.
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Nov. 14, 2006
The Greatest Author...
A conversation I overheard between my 10 and 15 year old sons.
DS10: Sheldon, who is your favorite author?
DS15: God
DS10: No! I mean author who wrote lots of books.
DS15: God
DS10: (frustrated) I mean someone who wrote a book other than the Bible.
DS15: (adamantly) God! I mean think about it. Think about a book with 20 different
characters all with different stories coming together to make an epic. Now think of
the 2.5 billion people just in the United States. Each one is a unique story that God
has written and is still writing, all with different stories.
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Nov. 5, 2006
Baby delivered during woman's retreat...
I had the precious opportunity of attending a woman's retreat Friday night and Saturday, while my husband graciously stayed home with three of our children. The theme was Get Connected to God, to yourself, and to others.
I spent the whole weekend missing my family and worrying about my husband and really could not enjoy the retreat as I should have been able to. However, I soon realized that any complaints he may have for me about the weekend would easily be trumped by something that happened during the retreat.
One of my dearest friends was also at the retreat. On her way there she received a call from her husband, but didn't check her voice mail until just before walking into the retreat. When she called him back all he had to say was "Guess what, we have an 8 month old baby being delivered here tonight."
You see they had been through the whole process of training and being certified to be foster parents, but it had been over a year and they had not received any calls or any further contact from DHS. They had actually given up on the idea of being foster parents at all and just submitting to what God wanted for them.
So, it came as a shock to my friend and we all had a good laugh because of the way it had come about and the fact that her poor husband was at home with a new child and probably no clue what to do. I knew at that point that my husband could have nothing to complain about that would trump that and if he even tried I would tell him that at least he didn't have a baby while I was away.
While talking to them this morning, tears welled up in my eyes at the reaction of their 7 year old son to the news that this baby was going to come and live with them for awhile. Immediately upon hearing the news, this little 7 year old boy began walking around the house and praying out loud for this baby and for her family. What an amazing example and lesson we can learn from this child.
I'd like to ask prayers for this family and the influence they will be able to have on this little girls life for as long as she is with them. They are a wonderful, Godly family and would be great parents for her should it come to that. However, at this point there is evidently an adoption in the process and the previous foster mother could no longer care for this little girl. There is also some conflict going on in the adoptive family and the adoption may not actually happen. When she was dropped off the service worker said "This could be 18 to life, are you up for that." This family and the little girl will need God's grace and protection as they begin to blend as a family for however short or long a time God has in mind.
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Oct. 2, 2006
Pet Peeves...
If there's one thing I really dislike doing it's putting the laundry away once it's clean. I don't mind sorting it, putting it in baskets and carting it all to the laundromat to wash and dry. I don't really even mind sorting the socks. But bringing all those baskets of freshly washed laundry back home and trying to organize it and put it away is just more than I can deal with sometimes.
It could be that because I do have to go to the laundromat to do my laundry, I always have to take several large loads. I can't just wash one small load at a time and put it away immediately. I'm usually faced with three large baskets, minimum, which usually make up about three normal loads of laundry done in a household washing machine.
Baskets have been known to sit in the back of my car until I need the back for other things such as groceries, or beach toys. Or, which happens more often than I care to admit, someone is out of clothes. There have been times when I finally put a basket of clothes away only to find out the clothes don't fit anymore. I sometimes think it would be great to go back to the days of the Garden of Eden when we just wouldn't have to wear clothes. I mean what was Eve thinking when she ate that apple anyway? LOL
So today, I have just about finished putting five large baskets of laundry away. Which, if you remember from two paragraphs ago, equals about 15 normal size loads of laundry. The socks are matched, and I only have to pack away some shorts that were washed and put the socks away, yay. Sigh ~ there are still three baskets of dirty laundry in the bathroom awaiting it's trip to the laundromat and by the time I get those washed, dried, folded and put away, there will be another three. Such is the life of a family of six. The mountain never seems to end, but I am truly thankful for God's provision of clothes for my family.
Thank you Lord for the mountains of laundry that now sit just a room away. It means that my kids have warm clothes to wear and a variety to choose from. It means they've laughed and played hard and enjoyed this precious life you've given them. It means that you have not only provided what we needed but truly an abundance. My cup runneth over. Thank you.
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Sep. 21, 2006
Home...
My son, who is in his first year of college, wrote this essay for his writing class and emailed it to me this week to see what I thought of it. To me, it's just too beautiful for words. He gave me permission to share it here with you.
My home is not a place. It is a balance of sentiments; a balance between joy and sorrow, rest and growth, challenge and relief, trust and responsibility; a balance between feeling safe enough to confront pain and sorrow, and sensitive enough to enjoy pleasure and richness. It is a state of soul in which I feel comfortable, but not complacent; in which I have all that I need, yet am always able to give freely. Although there are many places where I feel partially at home, there is only one place that embodies everything that "home" means to me. That is the place where I grew up, where my parents, brothers, sister, and dog live, and where the end of my ever-lengthening leash will always be tied.
Three miles beyond the last street light, on the far side of Megunticook lake, set back from the aging Hope road, my parent's house hides in the forest. The gravel driveway winds its way amongst pine trees which tower over the modest house with blue board-and-strapping siding. The pines drip their sticky sap on my parents' cars to avenge their fellow trees who we had burned for heat the previous winter.
As I walk in the door I am greeted by hugs from two happy children (The others have outgrown hugs). Smells of ambrosia waft from the kitchen. My mother is cooking dinner, probably shepherds' pie or chicken, and I force myself to remain calm as I realize that there will probably be brownies for dessert. She hasn't heard me come in. I will go in to see her but first I pause for an exhilarating glance through the picture window to my left.
Outside, a weeping birch tree spreads it canopy over a stone bird bath. Beyond that my father's flower gardens bridge the gap from upper lawn to lower. Daisies, tulips, hostas, flocks and many other brilliant plants have been skillfully arranged in a complementary way. To the left is the driveway. To the right a grove of unaware candidates for this year's Christmas tree strut their stuff. Climbing house plants frame the scene and a few of my brother's action figures hang from their branches. Behind the house, out of sight, two brooks flow side by side through the wood. In the early years of my life that was my playground. I had explored under every leaf and twig and climbed every boulder. The window is open and the crickets, bees, birds, and wind sound almost like music. I listen for a minute but they don't offer me any message.
By now my Brothers and sister have surrounded me and are all talking at once. They tell stories and ask questions. They look up to me but I always feel as though I learn a lot from them: Sheldon with his wit, devotion and sensitivity and Nathan with his unreserved curiosity; Shaina wants me to play with her and Jordan tells me his latest dinosaur fact.
Now Mom has come out of the kitchen. She quickly informs me that dinner will be ready shortly, then updates me on the latest family news and makes sure I am coming to grandma's birthday party on Saturday. She asks me everything about how I've been, knowing too well that she has a mother's right to be inquisitive. She listens carefully to my answers then asks if there is anything I need. Sometimes she tells me what I need before I even know myself.
I go in to the bedroom where Dad is watching the evening news and pulling on his beard. He tells me the weather forecast and asks if I've caught any big fish lately. I tell him "Of course I have" and we laugh. My father taught me to fish when I was very young and our shared love of it has been a bond between us ever since. We make small talk for a while until my mother calls us to the table.
Dinner is on the table and we all sit down to eat. We hold hands and bow our heads in prayer. All is well; I am surrounded by the people I love. I feel content and peaceful. I feel balanced. That is home.
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Aug. 17, 2006
Finally...Vacation Pics
Look at These!
 
night fishing sunset on the lake
 
water lillies nest of hatched turtle eggs
 
caught his limit! picking berries
 
hikng kayaking for the first time
 
sleeping by the campfire pitcher plant
 
peek a boo! learning to paddle
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Aug. 14, 2006
Surgery Update
DS15 had a little bit of a rough awakening from the anesthesia and was in quite a bit of pain when he woke up. The foot was worse than first anticipated and he ended up with two plates and a pin.
At one point, while he was waking up we could hear him mummbling. My husband started trying to talk to him and ask him some questions though he wouldn't answer. Finally he said "What? Oh sorry! I was praying." So, though his prayers were incoherent to us, it was an encouragement to me to know his faith was still strong even during this difficult trial in his life.
It was hard getting him home as he would only wake up for a few minutes at a time. He slept in the wheelchair out to the car and slept in the car all the way home. He woke up for supper but has been sleeping since he got home. He's only needed to take one pain pill since he got home and he's allowed to have up to two every 4 - 6 hours.
The cast they put on is huge. They found the biggest pair of pajama pants at the hospital and still couldn't get them on him. I ended up going out to buy some stretchy shorts, and unless we cut the seams on some of his pants I guess he'll be wearing shorts for awhile. He will have a follow-up appointment in 7 to 10 days. I need to call tomorrow for an appointment. He's not allowed to put any weight at all on the cast or it may cause the plates or pin to shift. Thanks for praying.
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Aug. 12, 2006
Reality Check...
We were only back from vacation about 6 hours when my husband received a call saying he'd lost one of his jobs, not a major one, but about $200 per month. Not only that our toilet flooded and our second son age 15 broke his foot in three places. Which brings me to the real reason for this post. Asking prayers as he will be having day surgery on Monday.
It was his last night at camp and he was wrestling with a fellow camper when he hurt his foot. We received a call around midnight saying he'd hurt his foot and that it may be broken, but that he thought he would be fine until morning. He had ice on it and it was elevated and by that time the pain was bearable. So we decided to pick him up on schedule, this morning around 9:30.
We took him to the ER at our local hospital to have it looked at because by this time he could not put any weight on it at all and he told us he actually heard it "snap, crackle, and pop" when he hurt it. X-rays confirmed a break. The nurse, who also happens to be his boss when he serves at the food pantry, told him he'd done a good job. It broke in three places. There are five bones across the foot and he happened to break the three in the middle. The doctor said this was unusual, but that the outer bones would actually act as splints during the healing process. He said that 99% of the time this type of fracture does not need surgery. However, the x-rays show that one of the bones completely disconnected and displaced therefore he recommended surgery. This would entail putting one to three pins in the bones to hold them in place. If the pins don't hold, he'll use plates and screws.
SIDE NOTE: I sent this out as a prayer request to some family members and close friends. Here is what my sister had to say...He will heal and pins and screws have been keeping this family together for years. Anna has pins and screws in her knee and so do I...no bother at all. They don't even make you 'go off' in the security line at the airport...so no fun either.
Anyway, surgery is scheduled for early Monday morning and he is quite apprehensive as he hates needles and the thought of having the pins removed in the doctor's office after the bones heal. He'd rather live with the pain of the break and the extra healing time, than the pain of one needle poke to anesthetize him. It's been quite a day.
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Aug. 11, 2006
A Glorious Dream....
We've been home for about two hours now and already this past week seems like an amazing dream that I've just awakened from. I wish I could just go back to sleep and relive every moment of it. From the high-bush blueberries that grew over your head, to the white sand beaches, the absence of people, the white and yellow water lillies, canoe rides with the kids, fishing, hiking, roasted apples, beautiful sunsets....it was all like a dream that you never want to awaken from.
When my husband first mentioned that his brother and wife were going camping and that he was thinking about joining them, I was secretly hoping he would choose not to go. We hadn't been to Sabao for five years and the thought of having no store to run to if we ran out of something and no playground for the kids rather worried me. I wasn't sure I could handle sleeping in a tent after renting a cabin our last time out.
However, on Tuesday, the week before he was debating the ups and downs of it and whether it was worth all the work or not. He asked me if I thought it was worth it and I said - of course I do - just knowing he needed the break away from everything - even though deep down I just wasn't sure.
Packing went well, it usually takes me two weeks of planning and packing to get ready for a camping trip, but I was able to do it in 4-1/2 days this time. Sunday afternoon we packed our lives into the back of our pick up truck and headed out. Two of the kids were in the back seat with pillows stacked almost ceiling high to keep them from poking each other and fighting for the entire ride. While our other child was in the front seat between us for the same reason. Most of us slept for the first couple of hours, except my husband of course who was driving.
We got to the dirt road that leads into the campground around 4:00. The rest of the trip would consist of logging roads and narrow paths on which we hoped not to meet any other travellers, because many of the roads were only one car wide. I began feeling anxious for that first sight of the lake with it's white sand beaches. Something you don't see too often in Maine. For the first time I couldn't wait to be there.
There were only three other campsites filled when we got there. One gentleman camping alone about two sites away, one family at the end of the campground and another couple with one child in the middle. It was so peaceful. That first night we had to set up camp in a windstorm, which isn't easy when you are trying to set up tents and they just won't stay put long enough to get the stakes into the ground. Also, come to find out our front door zipper was broken and the idea of sleeping with mosquitoes was not to appealing. Fortunately we had clothespins and paperclips to hold it closed and just planned on getting in and out through the end door, which was fine, we just had to crawl in instead of walk in. When camp was all set up dh took ds10 blueberry picking while ds4 and dd7 went for a walk on the beach. As we were walking we saw three baby sandpipers running to and fro at the edge of the lake getting drinks and eating bugs from the water I guess. They were so cute with their long spindly legs and needle like beaks. We sat and watched them for until it was almost too dark to see. The first night in the tent was fabulous and I woke with the sun.
Monday, we spent time canoing, fishing, walking the beach, swimming, roasting marshmallows, and of course picking blueberries. The blueberries grew in clusters just above our heads and we could reach up and get a whole handful at once. We ended up eating lots plus we were able to bring home at least four quarts.
The highlight on Tuesday was when dh and ds10 went out fishing with dh's brother in his motor boat. They were casting and catching some small white perch. An eagle was in a tree above their heads just watching them. When dh's brother threw one of his fish back, the eagle swooped right down almost next to the boat and picked the fish up in it's talons to carry it off for supper. I was on the beach and could see it from a distance but can't imagine how amazing it must have been to see right up close. We also took brother-in-laws boat out to the other shore and hiked it. We found nests where turtles had recently hatched out and left the shells.
Tuesday night we had a thunderstorm, which wouldn't have been to bad except dd7 had to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. (outhouse - there were two about 2 or 3 hundred yards away.) I tryed to convince her to use a nearby tree but she would have nothing to do with that idea. So I walked her to the bathroom, lightening flashing all around me, whispering prayers for protection. I like watching lightening from the safety of my bedroom window but I do not like being out in it. Obviously we made it back unharmed and I was thrilled to crawl back in the tent until it was all over. Also on Tuesday, an older couple set up camp almost next to us. They brought two kayaks with them and told ds10 to take them out and use them anytime he wanted to. He had such a good time with those as he had never been in a kayak before. Thursday, I took one out so that dd7 could also try kayaking. They were a lot of fun, though a lot harder on the arms than a canoe. DS4 had to have a try so I let him sit on my lap while we paddled it together.
DS18 surprised us by coming up on Wednesday and spending the night with us. He took the day off from work on Thursday so that he could also spend most of the day with us. He and dh got up early Thursday morning to go fishing. The water was calm that morning for the first time all week so he and his dad got to take the canoe out and spend some quality time together. They got to see a family of otters. Also on Wednesday, we found out that the family that was staying at the other end of the campground had been there five years ago when we were there and that ds10 and their dd had played together then. I remembered them because they shared that it was their anniversary and they would be camping there that same week whenever they could. Wednesday night was full moon. I got up in the night and the whole beach was lit up because the moon was so bright. It was so beautiful.
I was saddened almost to tears when ds18 left on Thursday as I was reminded that in just three and one half weeks he will be leaving us to go to school for the first time. He'll be entering his freshman year of college at Colby-Sawyer and I thought I had a handle on it, but now I'm not so sure. Thursday was our last night there. DS10 and dh went brook fishing. I took dd7 and ds4 for a canoe ride. The lake was so calm, and I could have paddled around with them for hours. However it started to sprinkle just a little and I decided we had better head back and make sure everything was covered. We were disappointed to miss out on our last campfire but had a great time playing cards in the tent and getting to bed early.
We packed up and headed out early today, because hubby had to get back to work. Now, it all seems like a dream, did it really happen? It went by so fast and I look forward to returning next year, Lord willing. I will try to post some of the pictures to share with you in the next couple of days.
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Aug. 2, 2006
Tagged...Again....
Well, I haven't received a lot of comments lately so I was excited when my email notification told me I had two. One was a notification from Lizbeth that I'd been tagged, so here are my answers.
1. Look at the picture closest to you. What do you see? A drawing done by my daughter of a butterfly, and two flowers.
2.What does your mousepad look like? It is red. The top right and bottom left corners are curled where the fabric is beginning to pull away from it, and there are several places where someone used it to test whether a pen worked or not.
3. Reach out your right arm. What do you touch? It depends on which direction I reach it in....Closest thing is my phone.
4.Look out the window. What do you see? I can't actually see out the window, there are too many house plants in the way. However, if I turn sideways a little I can see out my other window and there are some beautiful pink snapdragons around the base of a birch tree.
5. Pick up the book nearest to you. Open to the 25th page and read the 7th line. What is it about? "I'll show him who's brave." taken from The Bobbsey Twins Big Adventure at Home.
6. If you had a garden (or do) what would be/is planted? We have oodles of flower gardens and a very poor veggie garden with just cucumbers and tomatoes this year.
7. Are you getting bored yet? No, this is fun.
8. What is your favorite book over all books? Aside from the Bible, my next favorite non-fiction book is anything written by Max Lucado, and my favorite fictional book is probably Jane Eyre or Twin Spell.
9. What career do you want to do when you grow up? Max 5. I used to want to be a lawyer, then I decided a family counselor would be good. Sometimes I think I just want to volunteer in a nursing home.
10. What three people do you want to tag?
Bible Kid 2, Within the Lines, Eyebright
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Jul. 27, 2006
Deep Thoughts for Your Thursday Morning...
Recently my son sent me the following email which is one he actually sent to a friend of his. I was floored by the depth of his thinking and was unable to respond quickly to his questions. I am sharing it because I was wondering if any of you have any thoughts about what he had to say.
We were standing around talking, my roomates, you and I. Dusty was talking, and swearing up a storm, you looked over at me and said one simple word: "Language". I knew what you meant, you were referring to our conversation regarding language as being nothing more than meaningless sounds which we assign to definitions and turn into metaphors as a medium for expression and communication(-Annie Dillard). Mitch, however, misunderstood you. He thought you were just expressing disapproval of Dusty's bad language. We both arrived at conclusions about your meaning which were completely independent of the actual definition of the word. Mitch found more meaning in the word than you had intended, I found the amount you intended, and you intended more meaning than could be found in the word by itself which, -back to our conversation- is nothing more than a metaphor we have created from a series of meaningless sounds. Language, fundamentally, is silence (In Annie Dillard's definition of the word).
The physical world, as we know it, can be broken down to the atomic level, Where we discover that all "solid" matter is actually lots of tiny balls moving around with space in between them, atoms. When we disect an atom we discover that even it is nothing more than a tiny point of dense matter (the nucleus) surrounded by space and a by a few electrons which constantly pop in and out of existence! It doesn't stop there though, We also know that the nucleus itself is not solid but is made solely of "shimmering waves of probability", much like thoughts(-What the Bleep do we Know?). The way I understand quantum physics this would mean that these "shimmering waves of probability" constitute our entire universe and that matter, if it exists at all, is completely unsubstantial. The physical world is then, theoretically, NOTHING. The concept in this paragraph would make a nice metaphor for the thoughts in the previous one, see?
Since the beginning of mankind symbolism has been found throughout creation. We have found stories in the stars, we have used rivers to help us understand life, empty chairs as symbols of memorial and tribute to loved ones, and we have seen God reveal himself everywhere, But all the symbolism we find in nature is rooted in that which it symbolizes in our intellectual and spiritual lives. If we didn't understand beauty "a rose among thorns" would be wasted. (I wish I could quote Annie Dillard right now) We hear the sounds of nature and listen for music or wait for the seashore to whisper its secret, but the wind and the waves offer us no message(I think it was something like that). The profound truths that we often find in the simplest operations of nature are only there because we conciously observe them.
Every human being has a sense of conciousness, of choice, and of controlling their thoughts. It is undeniable that we exist as percievers and concievers. However, as they say in "What the bleep do we Know", the human mind has been explored thoroughly and nothing that can be called "an observer" exists anywhere. Unlike the physical objects which we observe, the contents of conciousness are not physical, they cannot be measured. All of our thoughts and memories, knowledge and wisdom pop in and out of existence as we need them or as we crowd them out. I wonder where they go.
The physical universe is made of nothing and matter doesn't exist. Language, music, and all other symbolism exist only in our conciousness. Our conciousness does not exist in the physical world. So where does existence exist?!
Any person who has found God and has a close relationship with Him knows that He speaks through creation, through all those symbols and metaphors and parables and also that he knows our minds, and reveals things to us exactly when and how we need. Most people have had experiences with inexplainable "coincidences", and many are superstitious, even they know that there is some force at work beyond what science has explained. Everything meaningful in life, Everything worth learning and all our values are rooted in this "language" which, like all language, is essentially silence. It is the creation language, where we take all these seemingly meaningless physical objects and assign them to metaphors and symbols and use them, not as a medium for communication or expression, but as a means of understanding and as a way to listen to God.
Its funny, the only thing that I find to be absolute in this world is that which is easiest to deny, yet also the best thing that could possibly be.
I find interesting the way that components of a whole don't always equal the whole. Hmm, I'll try to explain...I've been to beaches before which were absolutely beautiful from afar. But when you actually walked on the rocks or the sand or whatever they weren't that great. Each individual rock was dull by itself and each piece of seaweed was ugly and slimy. My favorite beach, however, most people would sail right by, its not attractive at all, its small, hidden in a corner against a muddy bank, shady, slippery rocks. But when you are on the rocks its absolutely amazing, there are beautiful unique rocks everywhere, lots of colors I haven't seen anywhere else, seaglass and quartz, and the closer you look the more amazing it gets. Anyway, I think perhaps that is a good way to summarize my whole spiel.
Don't feel that you have to respond quickly, just give it some honest consideration, show it to anyone you want, I just want to gather as much insight as possible, not to guide me toward an answer, but to see why other people have drawn the conclusions they have so that I can dismiss this idea and file in it the database of the "creation language"
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Jul. 24, 2006
Change of Plans...
It was one of those weekends where the best laid plans were completely uprooted and I was placed completely in God's hands and what He had in mind for me at the time.
Friday, I was going to begin work on the cleaning of my bedroom. I've been trying to tackle one room every couple of days so that I could get back on track with a cleaning schedule. Then, I was going to list a few books on Ebay because they were having an insertion fee sale. Saturday I was going to go to a book sale to see what treasures I could find then head on up to camp to pick up my son so that he could spend the weekend with us. Sunday of course was church in the morning and evening followed by a meeting of the Awana workers. Then, Monday we were off to camp Cornerstone with a Native American theme. A program my 3.S.10 and 1.D.7 thoroughly enjoyed last year.
My husband had his set of plans as did each of my children. But, one thing we all learned is that when God had different ideas for what He wants us to focus on, there's nothing we can do but cooperate and obey.
It all started Thursday evening. My 1.D.7 spent the entire night coughing. When she wasn't coughing, I could hear a strange whistling sound. I made a mental note to call the doctor in the morning to have her looked at. Friday morning she complained of a headache and basically that she didn't feel well, but it seemed like just a cold. My 3.S.10 and 2.S.15 both had colds and they were fairing pretty well.
Anyway, her appointment was for 2:20 in the afternoon. I took her in and our pediatrician could tell just by looking at her that she wasn't feeling very well. She listened to her lungs and then immediately decided to check her oxygen level. It was at 88. "That's why you're not feeling well," she said to my daughter. "You're not getting enough oxygen." She gave her a nebulizer treatment hoping that would be the end of it, but her oxygen level continued to drop and at one point was as low as 84. That was when she got out her oxygen tank, put an oxygen mask on her and called our local hospital to make plans for her to be treated in the ER and if necessary admitted.
I took her to the hospital which was basically right across the street, oxygen tank in hand and my daughter very sick. ER was full and there was a line so the attendant at the desk told us to take a seat and she'd be with us soon. I was speechless, I thought they'd see the oxygen mask and take her right in. We sat and waited for what seemed like forever when a nurse just happened to come out of ER, see us sitting there and said come right in we've been waiting for you. X-rays were taken, blood work drawn and after three tries an IV started. X-rays didn't show any pneumonia, white blood count showed no bacterial infection, and she didn't have a fever. So we were left with the possibility of a major asthma attack, even though she'd had no history of asthma.
Her heart rate was around 150 and her blood pressure 117/99. They gave her steroids by IV, antibiotics just in case there was an infection, and continued breathing treatments. She didn't improve much that night and thus was told she would be staying at least until Sunday, and possibly Monday. It wasn't until Sunday morning that she began to improve. Her heart rate finally dropped to 106 and her oxygen was staying between 92 and 94 on room air. Praise God. She was able to come off the oxygen and they even unhooked the IV and tried the meds by mouth to see how she would tolerate them. Today, when we saw the doctor she said that there was nothing they could do for her now that we couldn't continue at home, so she sent us home with all the same meds, a nebulizer and an inhaler. The Doctor concluded that she has asthma tendencies, but that the attack was triggered by a virus and the beginnings of pneumonia.
What lays ahead I'm not sure. But it does frighten me a little. I'm sure now that every time she gets a cold I'm going to panic, at least mentally, and think that she is going to end up in the same situation. While it was a difficult weekend, I found myself completely trusting in God and placing her in His arms knowing that He is in complete control of her life, and that He loves her far more than I do.
God is an awesome God, and one thing I've learned through the years is if He brings you to it, He'll bring you through it. I'm not sure how long this struggle will last for her, if she'll be completely recovered in a week, or if she's going to have to live with asthma for the rest of her life. Whatever God chooses, I know it will only grow us all stronger, and grow her into becoming the Women He wants her to be.
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Jul. 18, 2006
DSL PLEASE....
What good is an amazing deal when you can't take advantage of it because your computer is too slow to handle the download.
I finally decided to break down and buy the Knowledgequest Blackline Maps of World History because they are having an amazing summer sale, that ends tomorrow by the way (July 19th). The sale includes Maps for American History, Wonders of Old Timeline book, What Really Happened during the Middle Ages, Timeline Stickers and more. I'm tired of scouring the internet for just the right map and I really want to include geography in all of our studies. So I couldn't pass up this deal.
Anyway, after about three hours of downloading, I tried to open the files only to get an error that said the file was damaged and could not be repaired. AAAH! I was so frustrated. I finally drove 5-1/2 miles to my brothers house - who has DSL by the way - downloaded all 6 e-books in less than 15 minutes and burned them to CD so that I would have a permanent copy in case I lose my hard drive like another brother just did.
Why can the person just a mile down the road get DSL because they happen to live in a different town, and Verizon couldn't extend their offer just a little further up the road?
Thanks for listening to me gripe....
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Jun. 24, 2006
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain....
Oh the weather outside is frightful, it's raining by the bucketfuls, and since our plans are all lain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
There's no doubt about it. People in Maine have learned to adapt. They are a tough sort of folk. The weather is no longer a hindrance to the best laid out plans. Of course, when there's been more rainy days, than sunny this year, you might as well adapt or go into hibernation.
My sons baseball team had a scrimmage and barbecue planned as their final celebration for the year. The rain didn't dampen their spirits. The field was too wet to play on so they played wiffle ball on the basketball court. Hotdogs, hamburgers and chips were eaten, under tents. Towels were laid on benches to keep our seats from getting too wet, though it made no difference., we all went home soaked. It wasn't downpouring, but it wasn't just a drizzle either. It was rain.
On the way to the barbecue we passed a yard sale. Not a garage sale, but a yard sale. The items were all out in the rain awaiting their new owners to take them home.
Before we left for the barbecue, a call came for my husband. He is in charge of setting up weddings in the ampitheatre park. He left, assuming the weddings would be cancelled because of the rain. There were two scheduled for today. Guess what? The brides decided to go ahead with their plans and get married outside (in the rain). He had to set up one hundred chairs for the first wedding at noon, cover them with tarps and uncover them just before the wedding was about to start. Then he had to go back and cover the chairs again, because the second bride decided she wasn't going to move her wedding indoors either. Why not?
Think I'll go out now and hang my laundry to dry, after all, it has to stop raining sometime, doesn't it?
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Jun. 23, 2006
Christian 'Slave' Training
My ds15 has decided to serve at a Christian Camp this summer. His official title is CST (Christian Service Trainee). The kids in the program like to call it Christian 'Slave' Training with good reason.
Last night we attended the staff dedication service. We were greeted as we arrived in the following manner.
"I'm tired. I had kitchen duty for all three meals today. I missed my free time and activity training. 'Slave Driver' had me knock out a wall, and clean up all the mess from that. Then I had to mow five lawns and weedwhack a mile long fence. 2 of our CST's quit this week."
To which I asked, "Are you ready to quit."
"Nah! It's been kinda fun." (Huh!)
The dedication service was awesome. The music was excellent, the speakers inspiring, and it ended with communion and introduction of all the staff. Followed by desserts for everyone. The camp usually has 8 CST's on the girls side and 8 CST's on the boys side. This year they only have 3 girls and 4 boys so they are short 9 needed CST's which means a lot of extra work for those who stick with it. They will need lots of prayer and encouragement. ds15 will be able to come home for Saturday nights and Sunday Services with us so he will be able to catch up on some much needed rest, I hope.
After the desserts I questioned him a little more about what he'd been doing this week. He said "I get up early and rush over to the boys side to help with breakfast. When I'm done I come back over to the girls side, to find they haven't finished their kitchen duty and I have to help them. It's annoying, their so slow." Inside I chuckled at this because ds15 is the 'king of slow' at home who takes great pride in his initials 'SLO'. He's determined to do a good job and one of his advisors assured us that he was and that he was doing it with a good attitude. However, there are still eight weeks left.
The final thing he did before we left was to hop in the van and turn on the radio hoping to find some of his favorite music to listen to. This was actually a good thing because the lady who does kitchen duty on the boys side was standing there and she assured him that they bring a radio into work and sometimes he would get to choose the music. He was very appreciative.
Anyway, just wanted to update you and ask you to keep ds15 aka SLO in your prayers this summer. He's already talking about being a junior counselor next year if he can get through this training this summer.
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Psalm 40:17
But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord
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Isaiah 49:15b-16a
I will never forget you! See, I have you
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John 16:33
"I have told you these things, so that in
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In this world you will have trouble. But
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I have overcome the world."
Psalm 68:19
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior,
who daily bears our burdens.
Psalm 77:19b-20a
Though your footprints were not seen, you
led your people like a flock
Jeremiah 29:11
"For I know the Plans I have for you", declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Psalm 30:5b
Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.
2 Chronicles 16:9
For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro thoughout the whole earth, to show Himself strong on behalf of those whose heart is loyal to Him.
Isaiah 26:3
You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee
Psalm 27:14
Wait on the Lord; Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the Lord.
Psalm 139:17-18
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They are innumerable!
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They outnumber the grains of sand!
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